Ah, speak no,…wounding-words;
This life holds,…so many, petty-ills:
Sharp-tongues,…give no thrills.
Often many, sigh,…when they ought, to smile;
Many, weary,…yet: go another mile!...

And, so,…we speak, no wounding-words;
Hurting eyes, in pain,…may weep:
As words, of the unkind,…call to mind.
Ah, so speak,…no wounding-words;
For me to see,…yes, even for: those weeping-Blind!... Amen.